Catch Up

How do you skip a year of blogging and then come back without drawing attention to the fact that it's been a year (*cough* 13 months), and you may be a bit of a loser? What is the virtual equivalent of not making eye contact? Perhaps a numerical list? Very well, here for your perusal is a numerical list which will simultaneously describe 2010 here in our household and render you completely numb to the fact that I'm a loser:

1. The year brought us two -- nay, three -- visits from my mother-in-law. We now know from a reliable source that 1) I don't know how to fry lumpia, 2) I look "old" with short hair, and that 3) I am now "skinny" when I used to be "fat" (hmmm...).

2. Our garden was unreasonably huge and neglected this year. I built my own huge tomato cages (11 of them) and got attacked by a feral cat while weeding one evening. Things to never grow again: corn, pole beans, onions, pumpkins.

3. Speaking of feral cats, we now are the proud owners of an outdoor vagabond cat that Cole named "Tunacat." Since none of us are experts on cat gender identification, we just call Tunacat "she." We give Tunacat food and she sleeps in a small cat bed on our front porch.

4. We received a poo-load of snow right before Christmas. The Asian and I may or may not have had a rather tense marital encounter when the van became precariously stuck in 16" of driveway snow. Gravel was spraying from under the tires, and saliva was spraying from the Asian's rage-distorted mouth. No more white Christmases, please.

5. The Boy turned three this year. He is perhaps the greatest three-year-old who ever lived. His talents include cutting up tomatoes with a butter knife, dancing (he has some sweet moves mostly involving extended index fingers), stacking things/lining things up, and singing (lately the Shaun the Sheep theme song is heavily featured).

6. I got new PJs.

Updated. Boom.